Morale is low, the weather's goodThought it might be understoodNot alone, the rest is more or less the restWould you be so kind as you can beThought it'd start to bother meAnd please don't stopUntil I tell you something else

There's not a lot of timeAnd the feeling is slowWill the hurt be generous?Will it ever be known?

The weather's bad, the room is coldLights are off in the house down the roadYou pass the time, I'll try to stay the wait aloneWould it help to ask and be polite?If not it'll wait an overnightTo be so boldI thought I'd tell you something else

If you stop me, ask me whyYou can't help it if you trySo try and try and try and try